The Pope had returned to the Vaticanâs capital city, Saint Iretta. The Felice Kingdom concluded their visit as a ceremonial blessing for donations, and they backed to their daily lives.
But for Fabian, who stayed in the Empire, the meaning of their visit was completely different. Although he didnât know exactly how, his information network had managed to penetrate the Vaticanâs, which was difficult to access after the Paladinâs appearance.
âMaybe God doesnât teach the Pope how to protect his house from robbers,â Fabian said arrogantly. âAfter all, if thereâs a god, heâs on the Empireâs side.â
âWell, given the timing, yes, he is.â Serus looked so exhausted. Fabian, who defended his throne in the Palace, didnât know how tired this operation was.
Infiltrating the papal offices, erasing traces, while worrying about the Pope who didnât know when would return, wasnât an ordinary operation.
âI really managed to get it.â
âBut is this the only information?â asked Fabian.
âYes.â
Fabian carefully read a copy of the documents that were stolen from the Vatican. âTheir corruption is too obvious.â
The Vaticanâs money and some tyranny were listed, but it was not worth much to Fabian. There was no record of the Paladin knight he was most curious about. And the same was true of the demons.
âThat old man doesnât seem to have a good record. Iâm disappointed.â Fabian read the rest of the documents, touching to his temple.
âI donât believe that thereâs so much money to give to that rotten Vatican â¦â¦ The other kings are great too. Especially, the Kingdom of Felice.â
He was deeply displeased that the Vatican and the Kingdom of Felice were mentioned together in the document. The same was true when he said their names together from his mouth.
In Serusâs eyes, Fabian, who talked to himself and was displeased to himself, was a bit strange. But Fabianâs resentment towards the Vatican who intervened in his divorce was still deep.
âIs there anything else? Small information is fine.â
âWhat I didnât write in that letter is this note.â
Serus gave another piece of paper that he had prepared in advance. Usually, such unclear information would be skipped. Still, seeing Fabianâs meticulous personality, Serus knew that he would definitely ask about it.
âWhat is it?â It was literally a memo. Fabian stared at the paper, and there was a sentence written hastily.
[ The investigation. ····* By order of Sir David. Hurry up. The Princeâs hair. ·····Birth mother died.]
Fabian frowned while looking at the letters that were written randomly.
âYou stupid!. Donât you know that this single note is more valuable than a formal report?â
Serus nodded as if he knew it. It was only him, his close friend, who knew Fabianâs nature well. He paid more attention to this note from the beginning, too.
âIâve checked it in advance.â
âYouâre the best, though.â
âThere is no Knight named David. No figure by that name has been involved with the Vatican.â
âIs that so?â Fabian curled his lips. In fact, it should be easy for them to find out who a knight named David, who was in the papal records but didnât exist externally. âBut finally, I got to know the Paladinâs name.â
âBy the wayâ¦â¦â However, there was still something on his mind. âThe Prince, whose birth mother died. Thatâs obvious too.â
âPerhaps······.â
Those who might be called Princes by now were quite old and had been called by titles or became Kings by their own land. So, it was just Adrian who could be called a Prince right now.
âEverything is so predictable. But the problem now is how to combine these obvious facts.â
It was a mystery why the Paladin investigated the little Prince.
âHair? What can you tell from that?â
âIt should be a color or something.â
âThatâs me. Adrian has black hair like me, so anyone with eyes will know.â Fabian, who shot quickly, suddenly making a strange expression. âWait. Thereâs no need to investigate what everyone knows. What you need to dig out should be the fact that no one knows.â
His black eyes gazed coolly into the air, âI smell something.â
âIâm not sure,â Serus answered honestly. âBut Iâm sure the Vatican is interested in something Your Majesty doesnât know.â
Fabian nodded, âThatâs the most important fact.â
âAnd thereâs no way I canât do what the Vatican did. Right now, I want you to investigate Everything in this memo.â
âYes, Your Majesty.â
Fabian unwittingly touched the secret box. So Serus immediately left his seat to fulfill his orders.
Fabian was lost in thought after being left alone. He had doubts about something similar before.
âThe prince was born in early winter.â
But Fabianâs hopeful doubts were shattered. The possibility of Evelyn giving birth to the child was denied.
The bitterness that Fabian felt at that time was much greater than expected. Even though it was too late, it was enough to realize that he really wanted a child with Evelyn.
âIf it happened, you wouldnât have left me.â
Fabian was still mistaken, and it couldnât be helped. Now he hadnât pushed Evelyn to the end, and he couldnât fully understand why Evelyn had closed her mind.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âIf it happenedâ¦..â
He thought about his lingering regret. As he remembered Evelyn, carrying Adrian, who had the same black hair as him. That was the reason why that feeling couldnât easily fall apart.
âIf what she was holding was my child⦠I would have had nothing more to wish for.â
It wasnât greed to have a successor. Fabian still remembered Evelynâs pinkish cheeks, who said she wanted to have a child-like him as soon as they got married. And he wanted to make that beautiful wish come true. He wished to make a family even though it was a warmth that he had never felt before.
âItâs not just the past.â
Fabian took out Evelynâs letter, which had been in his drawers for days. In the Felice Kingdomâs garden, Evelyn told him to let go of all the past, but this letter felt warm.
At first, Evelyn, who left without telling him her reason, made him resentful. But when he knew even a little bit of her sincere heart, the resentment melted away like snow.
âIt relieves my headaches, and it can comfort me.â
Only words were said. There was a sad smile on Fabianâs lips while touching the letter.
âAre you worried about me even if youâre far away?â
Fabian felt grateful for her sincere heart, and he thought his relationship with Evelyn had not yet broken. That was why he had left the Empress seat empty until now.
At first, he didnât know anything, so he thought Evelyn would definitely come back. And after that, he believed that she would come back with confidence.
âNow, even if youâre far away, youâll come back by my side.â Only that unwavering faith supported Fabianâs heart.
âSo, Iâll have to wait a little longer.â
Fabian also learned to introspect himself. Once, he had thought about taking Evelyn right away. But he immediately held back and put up with what he wanted to get back, and facing each other in her own way. And finally, he could feel the old warmth from Evelynâs attitude.
Every time Fabian suffered from a headache, Evelynâs sad gaze, the touch of her cold hands, and the smell of a subtle scent of candles fluttered.
He thought it was a trivial moment in his daily life, but he really missed it this time.
âYou made such things yourself for meâ¦â
The letter said that Evelinâs own scented candle remained in the Empressâ Palace. But Fabian didnât even know Evelyn was the one who made the candle herself since it wasnât a job for a person who had a noblest status like the Empress. Besides, she never showed it off.
âYou fool⦠I wish you would show it off.â
After receiving her letter, his sickening headache didnât come. He thought Evelynâs heart was still in touch with him, and it was thanks to her comfort.
Aside from the headache, however, Fabian suddenly missed the scent of candlesâ sweet scent that was always enjoyed by Evelyn.
âServants.â
âYes, Your Majesty.â
âNow tell the Empressâs maidâ¦..â Fabian was talking and suddenly stopped.
âYour Majesty?â
âNo. Iâll go to the Empressâs Palace by myself.â
If he was going to inhale a nostalgic scent, he thought a nostalgic place would be good. It was the place where Evelynâs trail still remained, where they spent the night together.
A few minutes later, when Fabian arrived at the Empressâs Palace, the maid came out and gave the courtesy.
âYour Majesty, what are you looking for?â
âAre you alone managing this place?â
âYes, I am.â
Not many touches were needed to take care of the Palace without the owner.
âDo you remember when the empress was here?â
âYesâ¦â¦â
The maid replied carefully, not knowing Fabianâs intention. At that time, there were several maids in the Palace, but after Evelyn left, they were all expelled in disgrace for not properly serving the Empress.
She was in charge of managing this empty Palace because she was a maid who had served Evelyn with all her heart.
âHas the Empress ever made a scented candle?â
âAhâ¦â¦. I remember that I helped her.â The maid, who had said the words, quickly noticed. âIâm sorry, please forgive me, Your Majesty.â
Actually, it was a sin, letting the precious empress do such a thing with her own hands. But, as soon as he looked at the maid, Fabian was silent.
âThe Empress made it herself?â¦â¦.by her own hands?â
âYes. The maids came forward and said they would help, but the Empress didnât let us.â
âItâs really her.â
A warm smile appeared on Fabianâs lips. The maid was frozen when she saw it.
âWhere are the scented candles?â
âOn the shelf in the small room inside the bedroomâ¦should, I take a look for it?â
âNo.â Fabian stepped forward. âEveryone back off.â
âYes, Your Majestyâ The servants didnât dare to question his words. When Fabian was left alone, he slowly stepped into the Empressâs bedroom.
Now that he knew where the candles were, so he could do the rest alone. Evelyn said she made it by herself with her little hand, so Fabian wanted to do more. He decided to give up the idea that he should have done it earlier.
âItâs a small room.â
Fabian walked through the bedroom awkwardly. Evelyn was always busy moving when he came to the Empressâs Palace, so he didnât know the detailed structure. Even though Evelyn wasnât here, he was hesitant to search the candles in a small room.
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âThe owner has gone, so I have no choice but to excuse me.â Fabian, who found the scented candle on the shelf, let out useless self-talk.
The bedroom had an open window, so a clear autumn wind was coming in.
It was a drowsy afternoon just in time. Fabian leaned on the bed where they slept together before and lit a candle at her bedside. The same scent as the memory made his body felt at ease.
âItâs a nostalgic scent.â
Fabian closed his eyes. And Evelynâs face was always pictured.
âA Scent that makes me want to see you more.â
Sometimes the Emperor made a small wish. Even it was just a dream, it was good for a moment. So he wished for her coming to him now.
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